for Mrs. Slover I imagine you still at your desk, a little sweaty as you always were, reading aloud to us each morning instead of silent prayer.  Gravel-voiced, a blonde from Northern Italy, you were tough, demanding, even brutalin your honest way. No time for coddling  or excuses. We adored you. Awkward,shy, class clown, stutterer, or swaggerer—you gave us each an equal shot at sixth-grade greatness. I used to … Continue reading On Finding an Obituary for My Sixth-Grade Teacher by Meredith Davies Hadaway